New York Morning - Elbow

The first to put a simple truth in words 
Binds the world in a feeling all familiar 
'Cause everybody owns the great ideas 
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner 

Antenna up and out into New York
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers 
And oh, my giddy aunt, New York can talk
It's the modern Rome where folk are nice to Yoko

Every bone of rivet steel
Each corner stone and angle 
Jenga jut and rusted water tower
Pillar post and sign
Every painted line and battered ladder building in this town 
Sings a life of proud endeavour and the best that man can be 

Me I see a city and I hear a million voices 
Planning, drilling, welding, carrying their fingers to the nub
Reaching down into the ground
Stretching up into the sky 
Why?
Because they can
They did and do
So you and I could live together 

Oh my god, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers 
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner 

Oh my god, New York can talk 
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers 
Everybody owns the great's ideas 
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

Oh my god, New York can talk 
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers 
Everybody owns the great's ideas 
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner 

The desire in the patchwork symphony 
The desire like a distant storm 
For love
Did it come from me
'Cause it feels like there's a big one round the corner 

Oh my god, New York can talk 
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers 
Everybody owns the great ideas 
And it feels like there's a big one round the corner 

The way the day begins 
Decides the shade of everything 
But the way it ends depends on if you're home
For every soul a pillow and a window, please 
In the modern Rome where folk are nice to Yoko